Blood Lad Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He can't live without Leah by his side. “You're telling me that because you aren't in that situation now. How will you feel if the baby looks like the father?” Lycan wanted Amoux to believe that he didn't wish for Leah after he found everything. “Daddy, I don't care if it's Alpha Brandon's face. She's my mate, and I'm not perfect. I was the reason why she got pregnant with another man's child. I'm a scumbag.” Amoux admitted. He held the tray so right as if he was trying to get the courage to debate with his father.

But now both her mothers gone, her father wanted nothing of her, and Danté, the one man she came to love, lied dead at her feet, his blood on her hands. She sighed trying her best to push away that feeling, a new world as a hybrid opened up thanks to Rachel, and even though it wasn't her own feeling, the compulsion made her want Rachel to rise. There was a thud behind her and she turned, Sebastian walked over and held a flask up "Don't forget the blood" She held the heart up and dripped the blood in, Sebastian then closed it and held it to her. "And the skull?" He asked as she took it.

Her laughter sometimes echoes softly in the corridors. But for Nana… every day feels like life is being pulled out of her, thread by thread. Her skin has lost its color; her body, once strong and graceful, now lies almost still. Lowell hears the whispers. He catches them behind closed doors, behind lowered eyes and hurried steps. The same whispers he remembers hearing as a child — about the Lycan bloodline. “The Lycan seed is evil. A fruit that eats up its own tree as it grows. And when it ripens, the tree dries and dies.”

Confused, the boy got out of the car and approached me. "Are you okay, man?" he asked." I didn't see you there. It's like you came out of nowhere". I didn't answer him. "Did you hear me?" he said, touching my left shoulder. I grabbed his throat in anger and felt my canines extend into fangs. I drove the fangs into his neck and felt his blood flush down my throat, quenching the dark thirst that wrecked my body. When I had drained the last drop from his arteries, I dislocated his skull from his throat, and his immobile body dropped to the ground, dead.

"I'm an abomination, mom was in love with your dad. I'm a half-breed. Have debts. I needed the money. So I need you." There were so many things Lowell had left out. When I gazed at Nero, he knew exactly what I was asking him to do. I wanted the full story, to get the truth out of him. I was too curious and since Vesper told me to take it easy, then daddy vamp was going to help me.

Luka blushes like a boy, his fierce Lycan posture melting as he turns to guide her down the stairs toward my brother. I turn back to the infirmary hall. I close my eyes for a split second, opening the mental link to my brother’s mind. Hey, brother, I send, letting a sharp laugh ripple through the bond. I have something hilarious to tell you. Luka and Novalee are mates. The big brute is currently blushing like a schoolgirl. There is no answer from Adriel. Only a dark, heavy void. Adriel POV The blood is black. The image inside Nina’s blood is going to hunt me through every single nightmare I have for the rest of my life.

"I swear by our shared blood, brother—my King James—that I am yours eternally. I let you impregnate me when I was barely more than a girl myself, hiding my swelling belly from the world. I raised Raven as your perfect heir and secret plaything, teaching her to crave her father's touch while pretending to be a normal mother. She is both our daughter and my rival for your cock. I love you more than life... more than her." "Mom..." Raven moaned, grinding harder, leaving a wet trail on my thigh. I whispered mindfuckery into their ears, leaning down close. "Look at you two. Bound by the same blood I pumped into your mother’s womb. Raven, you are the living proof of our sin, my seed made you, and

I only understood my sister's hatred after she killed me. Lydia Vale did not hate me because I had taken anything from her. When we were sixteen, the Blood Ledger appeared before us on the night of the red moon. Lydia stared at the crimson light first. The man smiled. "The Glamour Gift," he said. "Beauty that can bend a room before you speak. Desire, attention, invitations, worship." Then he looked at the silver light.

‘Ugh’ I grabbed my head and groaned in frustration. I wiped a tear off my cheek as I greeted her, “I thought you had stopped talking to me” Rain replied gloomily, “I have been trying to analyze my feelings…our feelings and watching everything silently.” “And?” I asked her blankly. She answered in the same low voice, “I…I think we have managed to steal the heart of the youngest Lycan prince.” “What?” I blurted out. Rain continued, “Yes. I have a very good reason to believe so. Vasil is our mate, but Jasper is truly in love with you, Celia. His eyes speak what his mouth doesn’t and his mouth does a lot of talking…”

His voice cracked with emotion as he shouted, his words laden with pain, "Don't come closer to me!" Ryle's voice trembled as he uttered the words, his voice barely a whisper amidst his tears, "I... don't... have... Lycan... blood... in me?" The realization pierced his heart, leaving him feeling as if his very essence had been stripped away. The truth continued to unravel before him, each revelation more devastating than the last. Ryle's voice quivered with a mix of confusion and despair as he questioned his origins, "I am... born... out of... wedlock?" The weight of those words settled heavily upon his young shoulders, understanding the societal implications they held.